So I'm a Snake, Who Cares?

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He never planned to give up on that from the start.

Multi-functionality was his identity and value system as a prosthetic maker.

But he couldn't forget the essence of prosthetics either.

'Durability' and 'convenience' were that.

That gorilla's strength easily transcends humans.

It needs a prosthetic that can break iron plates.

It was a natural hope since Duiman wanted to make the 'strongest prosthetic'.

But the more functions, the weaker the durability.

What's the use if three out of fifteen functions break every time you throw a punch.

Inevitably, Duiman changed the design.

Since he couldn't give up multi-functionality, he kept the seven functions he thought were most important and beautiful.

After No. 1 was scrapped, Armament No. 2 was completed that way.

Armament No. 2 was half-destroyed in the third durability test.

Though better than No. 1, it still didn't meet standards.

Yes, durability and multi-functionality are inversely proportional.

Then what's the solution to this problem that all designers worry about?

"Budget..."

There was only one answer.

"If there was more budget...!"

The budget received for making Armament No. 2 was long gone.

Even after Duiman, obsessed with prosthetics, completely emptied his private funds, that too was already depleted.

Should he use private loans?

Duiman thoughtlessly spoke about this worry in front of Madam Rila.

"Rila, I've run out of money."

"Bo-boss, no. Professor has..."

But Madam Rila offered a solution.

"Has lots of money."

"That handsome fellow? Well, he did look refined."

Duiman, who had no way of knowing Obern's financial status, quickly started writing a letter.

Your gorilla has excellent talent, and it's well worth investing in prosthetic production, and so on and so forth.

But in fact, Duiman was already in despair at that time.

He needed truly enormous money to obtain the materials he wanted.

But who would spend that much money to make a prosthetic for a pet gorilla?

An amount that could build a proper mansion even in the expensive imperial capital.

A reply came the very next day.

It must say 'We have no money for such things!'

Thinking that but still opening the letter nervously.

There was nothing inside.

"Huh?"

Then, a paper fluttered down from the envelope.

It was a note from the Imperial Bank.

"Uh, uhh..."

Duiman's eyes bulged.

At the same time, his jaw gradually dropped.

"Uhhhhh!"

The amount written on the note.

Just how many zeros were there.

"I can make it with this much!"

"Told you he's rich..."

Duiman took the note to the Imperial Bank.

He safely exchanged the note for gold coins.

Wearing a baggy coat, he hid the gold coins in various places.

Because the place he was going to get materials from was extremely dangerous.

"If I don't return by today, go back to your master."

He said so to the gorilla he'd grown attached to without realizing.

Madam Rila nodded and Duiman left.

The underground of this imperial capital.

Below the sewers.

Despite the sun setting, Duiman didn't return.

The next day, it was the same even when morning came.

However, Madam Rila didn't return right away.

She thought she should wait a little longer.

And only the day after that did Duiman return.

"Huff, hah."

His baggy coat was torn to shreds, and his lip was split from being hit by someone.

But a bright smile was on his face.

"I got the black death iron!"

Though she didn't know what black death iron was, since Duiman smiled brightly, Madam Rila smiled too.

The sack Duiman brought was full of something like black sand.

Though it didn't look worth exchanging for gold coins at all, Duiman said with conviction.

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"The trouble I went through to get this, though relations with the Turings are ruined, it was worth it..."

From his muttering, it seemed he had friction with a thieves' guild but got the black death iron.

And Duiman perfectly made a prosthetic with it.

"This is Armament No. 0."

"Woooah..."

"It's the best prosthetic I've made."

Despite staying up for days and nights, Duiman was full of energy.

He naturally made plans for the future.

They would train repeatedly until completely mastering how to use the prosthetic.

Even though Madam Rila was a monster with high intelligence, it wouldn't be easy.

It might take months until being able to freely use all the prosthetic's functions.

But there was something Duiman hadn't calculated there.

That was Madam Rila's 'heart'.

"Don't wanna..."

"What? What do you mean don't want to? It's finally complete!"

"Want to go back... to boss."

Madam Rila started crying while wearing Armament No. 0.

"I miss boss!"

"W-wait."

"Uwaaaah!"

"Calm down!"

Duiman had no choice but to write a letter while sweating.

==

Obern read the letter from Duiman.

His skin had tanned quite a bit in the two months since entering the zoo.

The full summer sunlight was that strong.

But what was annoying was that it suited him and made him look more handsome.

"Oh my..."

His forearms with decent muscles.

Obern swept back his sweat-soaked hair.

"We had forgotten about the gorilla."

I read Obern's letter too.

And I just.

"Saaak!"

Ended up crying.

'Madam Rila...'

Though Madam Rila patiently stayed with the prosthetic maker, in the end she couldn't endure the loneliness.

The letter said she wanted to leave Duiman's place and come to where I was.

And amazingly, below that was Madam Rila's own handwriting.

MSSYU

IWU

"Saaak..."

I couldn't help but be moved.

I miss you too Madam Rila.

"What's with the tears when you completely forgot..."

I ignored Pelerian's point.

"The problem is how to bring her here. We don't have a dormitory to hide her in like last time."

There is a dormitory.

Obern, Phili, and I were sharing a room.

The problem is there's no bathroom in the room.

We couldn't let Madam Rila use the public bathroom. That would cause an uproar about a gorilla escaping and appearing in the dormitory.

'Do we need to hide her?'

I pointed out something important.

The question was whether there was any reason to secretly bring Madam Rila.

'We might get permission if we explain well.'

"Ah...!"

As expected of Obern who was used to hiding and acting.

However, the 'direct approach' had problems too.

"Will Director Kadam allow it?"

'That's true...'

Half-orc Director Kadam Kazans.